Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.